milliways_bar | Jun. 29th, 2006

Jun. 29th, 2006

Out of Milliways:

Not a minute too soon, as far as Shelley is concerned, she and Ishamael return from their trip to an out-of-the-way island. Relieved to be somewhere without his constant presence, and angry that she can be relieved to be back in the house she hates so much, Shelley then gives in and ends up crying on her maid.

maxwellsdemon02

[After this rather overdue revelation, millitimed to Tuesday night-]

Heero and Duo wander down the stairs more than 24 hours after they last went up. They both look a little disheveled, but quite happy. Duo's grin threatens to take over his face, and even Heero is outright smiling. Collecting food at the bar, they slide into the same side of a booth and proceed to eat like hungry teenage boys.

It's a little difficult to eat while holding hands, but they manage pretty well.

namo

Námo pauses by the bar long enough to write a letter and then instruct Bar who it is for.

Then he follows Gorlim up to their room.

( Note for Milliways Stable Manager )

latino_menace

OOM: Random leaves.

gorlim.livejournal.com

[OOM: Save a horse, ride a Vala. Or... er.... the other way around in this thread, as it happens. No warnings necessary.]

saionjisenpai.livejournal.com

[OOC: OOM: Saionji goes for a drive with an old friend... and a new friend.

He comes back a changed man.]

walker-cain.livejournal.com

[OOM: After Cain and Molly's meeting with Fabian and Gideon, Cain prepares for the funeral of Molly's parents.]

childofourtimes.livejournal.com

Jimmy comes bouncing down the stairs, a wide grin on his face. It's been an excellent week or so. He's all ready to spend another fun evening chatting to people and maybe hooking up with Puck later...when he sees that he doesn't have to wait until later, the fairy's right over there, talking to Parker. Which is a shame, really, because he likes getting him on his own and he's still a bit wary around Parker anyway.

Intruding isn't really his style, he's always afraid he'll get told to get lost. So he hovers for a bit, sipping a Coke from bar. And then...well, he starts to wish he hadn't come down tonight. Watching them suddenly got a whole lot less fun.

Jimmy turns away, because his face is crumpling and he's not going to cry down here in the bar. He walks straight back up the stairs where he can be alone. Alone with a bottle of Jack Daniels and some reliable friends that'll send that image out of his mind, for a few hours at least.

oldromansaint.livejournal.com

Santino moved into the bar, bookless and jacketless this time. A little more casual, if you will. He flashed a quick grin, apparently glad to be here again. He walked to a nearby booth and took a seat.

Come bother.

goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com

Clive was making trips back and forth, upstairs, downstairs, outside and back again. He'd already posted a notice on the board. It was in bright colors and said, simply enough:

Fashion show!
Today!
Outside!
EVERYONE'S INVITED!

If anyone wants to help him set up, here's the place and now's the time.

The fashion show itself, of course, is here

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

[OOM. Out of the frying pan. After dinner with the questionable Dutch expeditionaries, Indy and Alanna do a little detective work around camp. Their fortunes don't really improve as a number of discoveries are made—not just by them...]

ather-fledgling.livejournal.com

Aubrey is sitting in a darkened booth. He's watching the bar, and yet not watching the bar. And if you aren't actually paying attention, you'll probably miss the fact that he's there.

Feel free to stumble across him though.

http://users.livejournal.com/_pale_ghost_/

[Out of Milliways, Ghost wakes up, and has a conversation with a visitor.]

mandercommander.livejournal.com

OOM: The final part of this stage of Bonzo's training...

shadowsusannah.livejournal.com

[OOC: OOM: All Along The Watch Tower

(Or: Manchester Judas Blues)]

shufti

Shufti and Jack are outside in the warm sun. He is sitting in a baby bouncer whilst she practices her sword drill.

There will soon be a large and rather chopped stick that wishes it hadn't met her today.

dragon_twin

[OOM: In Wales, the score is Rhoslyn: 1, Melou: 0.]

skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com

Back from Honeymoon, and back from Gruinard Island- so here is a sight many may have missed in the bar proper. Svava is quite happy to be back, and would be happy to see quite a few people-

Just right now she is scowling at a pair of jeans with a gash across one leg, in her attempts to patch it back up with needle and thread. Distractions of any sort would be welcome, really.

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

[OOM: In the infirmary, Wells is dreaming. It doesn't go well.]

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

[OOM. Into the fire. The adventure reaches boiling point when history comes alive for our heroes. Dark secrets are revealed, asses are put on the line, and sacrifices have to be made. Chaotic action ensues and a poor choice leads to an explosive conclusion.]

not_that_spike

( OOM: A beast that has lost his place: he has nowhere to return to now. Tharsis City, Mars, 2071 )

[Contains end-of-series spoilers for Cowboy Bebop]

cheerychaplain

Father Mulcahy, Army green jacket and pants, glasses, black shirt, crucifix hanging from his neck, sitting at a table. When he looks up (and he does regularly), do his eyes meet someone's over the top of his book? It's entirely possible.

Watch out, Milliways. He might smile you to death.

not-one-drop.livejournal.com

Out by the lake, Mal has finally picked herself back up. Doesn't make it far, to the nearest tree before sitting heavily against it, head tilted back. The remainder of her blood, what little there is left is on her fingers and the grass, but she's not craving anything at the moment.

Sits, and breathes.

After a while, that hurts too much, so she stops. Sits and looks blankly at nothing in particular, feeling the wounds mending themselves. Too fast. It's not quite right.

But she's too tired to do anything about that now, so she shuts her eyes and waits.

[ooc: Not exactly plotlocked, but if you could drop me a line at faceinabook@gmail.com before tagging, that'd rock.]

jedizekk.livejournal.com

Zekk, bar, lomin ale.

He's grumpy today. Grumpy that Jaina's finally invited him out for a visit to Csilla, except said invite is really only a request for transportation. For Aeryn, who gets to visit his former mindmate before he does.

Not vapin' fair.

So, to repeat. Zekk's at a bar drowning his anger in a glass of lomin ale. Warning for possible grumpiness and angst applies.

yuppie-trash.livejournal.com

Walking through with a (heavy, metallic rattling)attaché case.

Pause.

(musical interlude)

Now... what y'all wanna do?
Wanna be ballers? Shot-callers?
Brawlers -- who be dippin in the Benz wit the spoilers
On the low from the Jake in the Taurus
Tryin to get my hands on some Grants like Horace
Yeah livin the raw deal, three course meals
Spaghetti, fettucini, and veal
But still, everything's real in the field
And what you can't have now, leave in your will.

Resume.

Leaving through his door.

Current Music: "It's All About the Benjamins"

angela-edmunds.livejournal.com

Angela is in the bar today. She's been around, you just haven't seen her.

Right now, she's writing again. There are stacks of books piled around her and she's writing as fast as she can.

Her hands are starting to cramp up, so she'd welcome conversation.

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

There's an Atton in a booth, fiddling with various bits of machinery absent-mindedly, looking round the bar and generally not doing that much.

But he might do more if poked.

namo

[OOM: Námo and Nerdanel have a small discussion about second chances and loneliness. No warnings.]

morbid-midweek.livejournal.com

Having attended the fashion show and spoken to Clive, Wednesday settles inside near the observation window with a glass of lemonade.

She figures she has a little time to watch the pretty destruction before heading back home.

rigthegames.livejournal.com

Out by the lake, Sands sits with his eyes closed and the gun in his lap. A finger traces the barrel, the sights, brushing briefly across the safety catch (off), before it settles around the trigger.

He weighs the gun in his hand, eyes blinking open, and the faintest of smiles passes across his face, little more than a twist of the lips. Points, takes aim, but doesn’t fire. Instead, he slides it back into his pocket and lights up a cigarette.

The weight is heavy, cool, familiar. And each bullet is precious.

No sense in wasting them yet.

bothbutneither.livejournal.com

In 29 years, he's seen a lot. But he's never lived at a place as varied as this one: people from his world and time, people from other worlds and times. It's really pretty nice when he stops to think about it, and he stops wondering about life and death and what one or the other or both mean... or even what he is. Gren still doesn't know where Julia went when she left, but he bets it was somewhere: people walk out that door and they go somewhere. They don't just fade into nothing. He has enough faith in the laws of physics and energy to know that energy doesn't ever disappear. Instead, it takes on a new form.

That's the kind of thing that makes him feel a little bit content. He takes a seat at the bar (not the corner bar stool, that's reserved for other people in his mind) with a glass of vodka and lemonade, just people watching. The music that's everywhere flits over him like a cool, cool breeze.

alma-jr.livejournal.com

Jr. decides it's a good day for a root beer float. All foamy at the top and creamy at the bottom. And don't forget the long handled spoon!

She takes a perch on a barstool begins to try and suck the ice cream through the straw.

She looks rather comical, but doesn't seem to mind because the ice cream's much more important.

lvpd_sidle

"--No, I didn't mind, Gil. I understand--yeah, yeah. I know. I'll stop by on my way out, okay? And yes, I will say that to Jack when he comes home."

Closing her phone, Sara takes a seat in a booth, getting her normal cup of coffee and a salad.

She's looking amused this evening. Fear. Or talk to her, whichever works.

doc-lecter.livejournal.com

Doctor Hannibal Lecter sits at the bar, sipping wine with his right hand and occasionally writing a little note with his left.

spectral-skin.livejournal.com

Angelo is out back, in a clear space by the lake, doing some kind of martial-arts exercise. Yes, he's still here - he may have been putting off the final moment a little.

He wouldn't mind interruption overmuch.

the_seafarer

Caspian looks rather windblown and rumpled tonight, golden hair tossed every which way about his face as he seats himself at a table with a pot of tea and a plate of biscuits, marking in two new arrivals to the stock record.

Chances are good that the white boat now floating gently by the beach has something to do with his good mood.

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

Elaine is sitting in the bar, reading a book.

She's not paying much attention to said book, and keeps looking over at the door.

She and Spike were supposed to have a lesson on Monday.

He never showed up.

She's knocked on their door.

She's looked around.

They could have left the bar and not told her. But this didn't feel...right, somehow.

She's trying not to worry, but it's hard not to.

She'd like conversation. She'd really like to not think about this for a bit.

lethe-forgets.livejournal.com

(OOM: At night she dreams a love story.

And later, in a dark palace, there are games to be played.)

dark-ex-watcher.livejournal.com

Wesley Wyndham-Pryce is sitting in one of the chairs by the fireplace, paging through a book with no enthusiasm at all.

When asked for something to read, Bar gave him a copy of Robert Graves' Goodbye to All That, and while it might be a great book, he doesn't like the implications of that title.

the_antiangst

Angel comes in from out back, pickle tub in hand, and heads for the stairs to the rooms. When he comes back downstairs, he's got a basket of clean laundry in its place. He heads for a couch by the fire and starts folding things.
Or, you know, hanging them up when they're skirts.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy comes in from outside, grabs a sandwich from Bar and heads over to a booth near the infirmary. He looks somewhat more awake tonight, which is why he's got the book on field medicine out again.

Come bother him, he's got plenty of time to read it.

fairest1.livejournal.com

Snow enters through the painting portal with a bulky package. She carries it over to Bar and sets it down with a

( note. )

"Bar? Could you pass these along to Beth, please?"

They vanish, as usual, and Snow orders a dish of fried paradoxes and a mug of hot chocolate before heading over to settle down in her old booth.

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

[ooc: Bernard Is A Drama Queen.]

dragonvolunteer.livejournal.com

Once upon a time in a faraway land there lived a beautiful princess. Only, currently, said princess is not in that faraway land, but is even farther away. At the end of the universe, in fact.

But whether in a faraway land or at the edge of space and time, there is one contant. And that constant is tea. Blackberry tea, in this case. With cookies.

Plenty for sharing.

curlys-boy.livejournal.com

((OOM: Conversations with the goats. Kyle needs to do silly things too sometimes.))

Kyle entered the bar, bleating followed him as five leashed goats crowded behind him to get the carrots in his free hand. The littler ones were butting against each other. He would look very farmeresque if not for the fact that he's wearing Prada and Gucci. He's looking for a sign of Quinn or maybe even somewhere to tether the goats so that he can start making the trip with the rabbits.

Anyone want to direct the poor soul, go right ahead.

forest_king

Milliways attracts kings the way a buglight attracts moths -- an unfortunate metaphor, to be sure, but an accurate one.

Which is to say, Mendanbar is in a booth, with tea and a sandwich.

The sword at his side is giving off a faint hum of magic, if you're attuned to such things.

Rather like a buglight.

goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com

Clive was still buzzed from how successful the fashion show had been, grinning as he tromped down the stairs, still wearing the suit Sally had made for him and his top hat.

He stopped short when he got into the bar proper, then blinked, then again. Then he crossed the room in a dash, laughing, the sound very nearly hysteric.

The door, it seemed, was there, right where there had always been a blank space of wall before. He didn't open it just yet, just petted it for a moment before dashing back upstairs to collect the few things he'd had with him when he'd arrived, and a few more things, whatever he could fit in his camera box really.

If you want to catch him before he goes, now's your chance.

song_tra_bong

Mary Anne's down in the bar and, to use an expression of her mother's, "wound up like an eight day clock." She has a glass of wine, but she's barely touched it. She's content to people watch and generally grin like an idiot.

Pull up a chair at her table. She's in the mood for company.

gone_byebye

No sabre practice tonight. For one thing, Ray has an enormous stack of schematics to render into his holocomputer in three dimensions; for another, he already got practice in, between a couple of busts in northern Manhattan and a desperate dash to get out of the way of the oncoming rainclouds sweeping in over the Hudson.

Even by his standards this is an exceptionally geeky day.

uncommongardenr.livejournal.com

Dickon hasn't been in the bar for a while.

Which is why he hasn't seen the note that's been up almost a week until now.

Which is why he looks troubled, and his cup of tea is mostly untouched.

female-were.livejournal.com

Raina's spread out in a booth. There's a bowl of popcorn in front of her, and it's disappearing at a decent speed. She's got headphones on and her bare feet, which are propped up on the opposite booth, are bouncing softly to the beat of the music she's listening to.

Feel free to interrupt her music time. Though, wouldn't try to steal from the popcorn if you knew what was good for you.

childofourtimes.livejournal.com

Jimmy emerges from his room eventually. Looking, quite honestly, like shit. But he's got a backpack over his shoulder and a guitar on his back so it's obvious he's out of here.

The stuff gets thrown in a booth and he walks to Bar to get a Coke and return his room key. Because he's...thirsty. Yeah. Yeah, it's totally not so he can sit around and stall and maybe run into a certain someone. Totally not.

mollyprewett.livejournal.com

[[OOM: Molly buries her parents, but things don’t end well at all when Death Eaters come to call. Cain has his own version of events, no less dark. ]]

and-far-away.livejournal.com

Sharpe comes in from the staff quarters, having decided to stay at the bar until his arm heals to avoid awkward questions from Lucille.

He's not sure what he's going to tell her about the blood on his jacket sleeve, though.

iopenthings

Door steps in from the House of Arch, movements quick and purposeful.

She also looks like she hasn't slept much.

Agitated is a good word.

She's also carrying a small crate.

The crate (containing three tambourines, five kazoos, a harmonica, and a few other small musical instruments) is left with Bar, and marked as intended for Quinn Abercrombie. Tom had mentioned the intended gift, and Door knows he'd want it to be put to use. And besides, this is something she can do, at the moment.

She also leaves two other notes at the bar.

( One is addressed to Professor Lyon )

( The other is to Draco Malfoy. )

After the items in question disappear, Door casts a quick look around the bar and heads back the way she came.

There's still a great deal to get done if she plans to get Tom back any time soon.

stubborn-annie.livejournal.com

Just as she'd thought, Cooper chased Annie out of the Infirmary to get her fed. She's in the main Bar now, exhausted, but settled down near the fire with a plate of chicken and rice.

She could probably use some conversation; her current mental state doesn't really do much for her appetite. But she's trying.

mollyprewett.livejournal.com

[From here.]

There is a ripple on the air, not far from the entrance to the infirmary, and a glowing gateway opens wide. An observer, should they look through said gateway, would notice a sunny graveyard beyond, and two redheaded wizards levitating the prone body of Cain through to rest on the floor of the bar. A tear-streaked Molly follows the body through, and the gateway disappears.

In an instant, she is kneeling beside Cain, who is still convulsing from time to time, completely unconscious of his surroundings.

“I need a doctor or a healer!” she calls out desperately toward the infirmary, and hopes someone can hear her.

the_lioness

[OOM: After a hand-waved return from the Congo, Alanna finds Adam in the orchard. He's reluctant to hear her tale, and she discovers what he's been reading in her absence.]

street-sparrow.livejournal.com

The portrait from the House of Arch swings open, and a distinctly subdued Gavroche comes in and trudges towards the Bar.

gorlim.livejournal.com

In some ways, cute Elf!baby babble is kind of like a summoning spell for parental units. Though Gorlim doesn't know it, that is the primary reason he is in the bar right now.

But that is only his mun's logic.

GORLIM thinks he's down here for apricot brandy and pretzels.

Other reasons are welcome to establish themselves. (In other words, come say hi.)

gonna_live

[OOM: Today, it's messages. Kaylee gets one from her father.

The 'verse knows that Simon and River Tam are going to start pre-trial proceedings. Their lawyer -- someone they've seen before -- lets them in on this piece of knowledge, and arranges to take some messages out for them.

And upon receiving those messages, Mal seeks out Kaylee.]